I hate them. I hate them all.
How dare they.
I was doing was I normally did, laying down in or on the newest place that I found comfortable for the time being. Reading. I didn't know what, I just picked it up and began a few hours ago.
Then one of the maids who's name I do not know opened the door. I gazed lazily up from my spot, watching her eyes scan the room until they landed on me, half under my large bed. My legs were poking out. I think she had a good view of my knee-high Muggle socks, which were carelessly put on in order to keep my feet warm. It was winter after all.
I saw the usual disgusted look on her face. A very rude and unprofessional way to look in front of your superior, if you ask me. But all of the maids knew I didn't care. As long as they did their job and let me be, I wouldn't complain.
"Your parents are here. Look presentable." She knew I wouldn't, but said it as a joke.
I didn't spare her a glance but set down my book and rolled out from under the bed as she closed the door.
"What an annoying woman." I sighed, stretching my stiff muscles and closing my eyes for a moment.
I looked down at my clothes. An over sized sweatshirt, workout shorts (even though I don't work out), and socks.
Basically the same clothes I've been wearing for a week.
I shrugged. "Good enough." I spoke out loud to myself, something I do a lot.
Then my skinny black cat decided to join in on the fun of greeting my parents, for he crawled up my body, and rested on my shoulder.
Probably for moral support.
"Thank you, Puck." I said as he purred.
I opened the door to my room for the first time in weeks and stepped out. The air smelled different out here, I didn't like it.
Puck's whiskers twitched. I could tell he felt the same.
"This is stupid. Why do they always insist on greeting me when they are home. It's not like they care." I said to myself or Puck as we walked down the long hallway. I went to the elevator doors and pressed the button, then waited for it to make its way up the many floors, hoping it will take its time.
"I'm sick of all these unnecessary formalities." I declared, slamming my fist into my open palm.
Someone cleared their throat behind me, trying to hide a chuckle. I did nothing, not caring if they heard me speak to myself, everyone in this house knows I do anyway.
"What is it?" I asked the young woman behind me, when she let out a preppy greeting I turned and looked down on her in "only the way I can" (as the workers say, since I am very short and still manage to intimidate people)
She gave me a nervousness smile, some of her pep already gone. She was obviously new, still trying to keep up the maids regular nice act.
"I'm sorry ma'am, but you look a little silly talking to yourself, with that cute cat on your shoulder!" She tried to reach her hand out to pat Pucks head, but he hissed and crawled to my other boney shoulder.
Hatred bubbled from inside of me. This women has no idea who she's dealing with. How dare she disrespect me to my face. And calling Puck cute? Who does she think she is? Puck hated the word cute.
I glared at her from behind my hair. I slowly backed her into a wall as a nervous half smile made its way onto her face.
"Puck is not cute. Puck is handsome. First off." I got in her face, her smile slipping completely. "Second, how dare you disrespect me. Were you not filled in on the way things work around here? Or are you so stupid that you didn't understand at all?" The last part was said in a raspy whisper.
